In 2009, right before the hour of manifestation the earth caught on fire
Air filled with smoke covering the sun.
In a place far from Hurricane warnings, where we do not begin to imagine storms, you appeared.
A shadow of tsunamis and strong winds.
I fell in love with you.
With your cold whispers
Horseshoe and wishing bones
Do you know the colour of my eyes?
How do you keep reincarnating in all my lovers?
You show yourself, even when I am not looking
Your big eyes, sarcasm and sometimes your laugher.
My immediate response is to start packing up and preparing for departure, because that is what you do, when you get a tornado
Poet, writer, poetry performer